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4/9/10

Pardon me, my irritation is showing.


I can’t be Suzy Sunshine every damn minute.

I’m irritated. There, I said it. I can’t put my finger on it, but suffice to say that I’ve gone from “down in the dumps” to just plain irritated.

I can’t blame it on PMS, or anything REMOTELY related to a womanly issue, because I had my uterus - and anything else that wasn’t nailed down - removed two summers ago. My family keeps reminding me that it was very traumatic for all parties involved (something about my incision coming completely apart and perhaps a bit of a problem with my hormone medication), but thanks to my horrible memory, I remember it like it was a lovely walk in the park.

I could perhaps blame it on the fact that I haven’t had any vodka for 34 days, but that might require a bit of explaining and frankly, I’m not ready for that post right yet.

I might POSSIBLY be undergoing a mid-life crisis, but that would require that I actually ADMIT that I’m old enough to have one. So that particular reason is CERTAINLY scratched off the list of possibilities.

Regardless of the reason, these are the BIG things that have irritated me as of late.

1. The 90 year-old woman who I watched drive through THREE RED lights as I attempted to tail her and “tattle-tale” to any relative that might listen. I lost her because I WAS FOLLOWING THE TRAFFIC LAWS. Jesus, where are her children? Her neighbors? Can’t ANYONE take her keys? I’ve got teens driving in this town (and a billion others I’ve taught in the last 100 years) and I value their lives. (I hereby give any one of you permission to confiscate my keys when I turn “too old”.


2. Alicia Keys – She is looking for someone to blog FOR her; FOR HER. She feels she has a voice that no one else has. There are only five trillion blogs out there- and NOT ONE expresses her point of view. Huh.


3. Duke.


Well, that’s probably it. I thought perhaps there were more, but I’m beginning to feel sorry for Alicia’s mother, and hope that she doesn‘t read this blog. However, with all the thousands she’s probably reading to be sure her daughter’s voice isn’t already being used, I bet she’s quite busy.